Wow if you are looking for the career suicide of the century look no further. It is John Galliano. The creative, world-famous, completely odd, unearthly fashion designer was taped at a Paris Cafe declaring his love for Adolf Hitler. I don’t know how many drinks or pills he had to speak that freely, but the millions he made out of all his Jewish fans must have slipped his mind at the time. He might have been looking for an instant retirement and thought this would be the best way to do it.
For years the world has been struggling not to interfere religion with politics although the two have been like fingers and nails. It should be a little tougher to execute when billions of people are involved in the game. Yet, in Galliano’s case? One extravagant mind. One set of combed, straightened, dyed hair. One mustache that looks like carelessly plucked pubic hair. One extremely sensitive industry that relies completely on subjectivity.
He might have been extremely irritated by the people next to his table at the cafe. He might be the victim of a cruel trap. No matter what, it should have been essential to keep those lips sealed for the sake of his fame and career. I guess it is already too late now.
